James POV
Same boring night. I didn't feel like working nor getting up. But I wanted to talk or a least have a convo with someone. It was a quiet night. A weekend to be exact. I was curious where the boy was. Maybe out. Shit I need something to do. Without thinking I got up throwing on a my champion hoodie. Walking across the street. I knocked. The door soon opened. He stared at me his eyes slightly red and drowsy.
"What are you doing here."
To be honest I really didn't know why.
"Uhhhhhh im bored?"
He weirdly stared at me. His eyes getting brighter. Then dark again.
"Come in i guess."
His house was coated in different colors and instruments. Guitars, violins even to the triangle. He really is mysterious.
"You play all this."
"Me and my mom do. She plays more of the smaller stuff. While I play bigger things. Bigger really does matter."
I laughed at his terrible joke. He smiled at me. Chuckling only a little.
"My names Atlas by the way."
I turned around and stared at his hand. It was slightly covered by his long sleeve. His hands seemed soft and gentle. I shook his later after noticing I was just staring.
"My names James."
"I have a guitar named James." Atlas laughed under his breath. I just kept staring at his face. His laugh was probably my new favorite thing to see.
